Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 08:47:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 3, Incest
Twin Brothers, Part 3
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
Dinner at Steve's was marvelous because, as usual, he'd gone
all-out to prepare a sumptuous meal. The main course was prime rib,
accompanied by a salad and peas with onions, and we had ice cream for
dessert. During the meal the conversation centered on Jim's restoration and
my effort to lengthen my foreskin so that I could dock him.
"Docking is something most guys just dream about," Steve
said. "Jack, you and most other intact guys don't have enough foreskin
naturally to dock another adult-size glans, and even those who have long
overhangs find their foreskins too narrow to dock another guy."
"Especially guys with big tips like Jack and me," Jim chimed
in. "The only was I was ever able to dock with Jack was to make him come
first, so that he'd be soft when he covered my tip with his skin." As Jim
spoke, I recalled that Steve had told us that he'd docked a couple of
guys. I thought this was a remarkable accomplishment because he'd been cut
at birth and had restored his foreskin through several years of stretching.
"You did pretty well, I think you told us," I reminded him. "You
grew back enough foreskin to dock a couple of guys, you said."
"Mine's a special case, you know," he explained. "I'll show you
after we finish eating." After dessert, Steve led us to the bedroom, where
we stripped down for a show-and-tell. Unlike our heavy-ended pricks,
Steve's was tapered, the smooth skin flowing from the base to a tight
pucker at the end.
"Now you can see the differences between your dicks and mine," he
went on. "You guys are 'growers,' and I'm a 'shower.' That means my dick is
bigger than yours when it's soft. Hard, we're all about six inches." The
differences were obvious. Steve's prick was about five inches long limp,
while ours were about four at most. Also, Steve had a long nipple hanging
off the end, beyond his glans, similar to mine. I reached out and rolled
his foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger. His prick began to
engorge.
"Let's get hard to compare that way," I suggested.
"You'd better get rid of that tape first," he replied. "The
quickest way is to soak in the hot tub." He opened the bedroom door to his
patio and ushered us into the hot tub, where the swirling bubbles gave us a
feeling of pleasant warmth. Steve sat between us, caressing our pricks as
the tape peeled off. I reached down to remove my stretching cone so as not
to lose it. I continued to roll his nipple between my fingers. Even with
his prick fully hard he still had an overhang. Once we all had full
erections he led us back into the bedroom, where we dried off, our pricks
still standing out proudly. Steve's prick contrasted with our straight
shafts, sweeping upward in a graceful curve.
"Because my dick's larger than yours limp, I still have a lot of
skin to cover the head when I'm hard," he told us. "Also, you can see that
my dick-head isn't as big as you guys have, with those big helmets." He
skinned back as he explained this, and we saw that Steve had a flat,
mushroom shaped glans, much less bulky than ours. Jim's glans was of course
in full view, and Steve pushed back my long hood to bare mine. All three
smooth, glossy tips glistened in the dim room light.
"I know you couldn't dock me or Jim," I pointed out.
"Right," he replied. "You guys are really too big for me. But you
notice I have a smaller tip, and I can dock a guy with a tip the size of
mine or smaller. I have enough skin for that."
"Think I'll ever be able to dock Jim?" I asked. Although we weren't
touching each other's pricks, our conversation was keeping us fully aroused
as we sat on the bed in a circle. I pulled my hood forward to cover the tip
once more.
"Don't know," Steve replied. "However, since you're both pretty hot
and hard right now, you could try using a buddy sleeve. I think it's the
next best thing to docking. You'll both be hard and you'll be able to come
together." As he spoke he reached into a bedside drawer, extracting a clear
plastic sleeve about six inches long, wide enough to take our pricks and
with ribs molded on the inside surface. "Now lie down facing each other,"
he instructed. We shifted around on the bed and Steve squirted some
Astroglide inside the sleeve and held it between us. Jim and I moved
closer, inserting our helmets into the sleeve. As I thrust into the sleeve,
my foreskin peeled back to lodge behind my high flaring rim. This
heightened my excitement because the pushing back of my foreskin produced
an exquisite sensation.
"Get a little closer so that you're in as far as you can go," Steve
urged. We moved in so that the front domes of our helmets pressed against
each other. "Now you lie still and I'll start stroking your dicks with the
sleeve. Even though this isn't real docking, it's going to be a real thrill
for you both." He began sliding the sleeve slowly back and forth along our
joined pricks, the gentle stimulation heightening our excitement. Jim and I
stared into each other's eyes, entranced by the sensations.
"I'll go slowly so you can enjoy every thrill, because I know that
feeling those ribs riding up and over your big rims is really hot." He was
so right, because I felt every rib of the sleeve as it rode over my flaring
corona, rubbing and compressing it gently. Underneath, the ribs rode over
the twin lobes of my corona where they formed a triangular groove with my
frenulum in the middle. I heard Jim moan, and knew he was feeling the same
thing. I looked down and saw that Steve was sitting behind Jim, one arm
outstretched to stroke the sleeve over our pricks, and his prick was
sticking out stright, foreskin fully forward, and that clear fluid was
dripping from the end of his nipple.
"I think this is doing as much for you as it is for us," I
exclaimed as I reached for his prick. "Your balls are tightening." I began
working his foreskin gently over his hardened mushroom.
"It is," Steve said. "Maybe we'll all come together. I noticed your
balls are tight too."
"That would be terrific," Jim told him.
"It's going to be really great for you two," Steve said. "You'll
feel those big heads throbbing against each other, and the hot cream's
going to fill the sleeve between you and run all over your tips." The
insistent wet friction on my helmet and the pressure of Jim's front dome
pressing against mine combined to fuel my fire, and I felt the tension
building inside my body. Steve's warm prick was between my fingers, and I
ran my thumb rapidly over the rim of his glans, rubbing it through the
enveloping hood as my index finger pressed into the underside against his
gee-string.
"You're really getting me really hot, Jack," Steve whispered as I
continued to stroke him. Jim's helmet seemed firmer now, had lost it s
sponginess, and was pressing harder against mine. My glans was totally
engorged, straining against the sleeve. Steve picked up his stroking, and
the sleeve's inner ribs were bumping rapidly over my helmet and its
engorged rim.
"I'm getting a tickle in my rim," Jim muttered, and I felt the same
in mine. Looking down, I saw that our helmets had turned darker purple, and
I felt drops of lubricant crawling up my urethra. Jim and I were both
seeping, and this helped to moderate the friction and prevent chafing.
"I'm so close," I heard Steve murmur, and I knew we'd all be
exploding within seconds. My eyes closed involuntarily as I felt the tickle
spread from my corona all over my glans, and a second later it changed to a
hot tingle, telling me I was on the brink. We were all breathing rapidly
now, poised on the edge.
"HUNH-HHUNH-HUNH!" I yelped as the heavy pounding of orgasm began
deep inside me. Hot lava seared its way up my urethra and out the orifice,
bathing Jim's helmet, and I heard him say:
"I'm coming, oooooooohhh!," as his tip throbbed hard against mine,
releasing a torrent of hot cream that swirled over my helmet and around the
rim. At the same moment Steve's hard prick throbbed between my encircling
fingers and I felt his hot discharge falling on my hip. My body rocked as
my prick spat another load onto the front of Jim's helmet, pressed against
mine, and a split second later his front dome throbbed against mine,
releasing another gush of hot fluid that flooded my tip.
Hot spasms ran through our straining bodies as we drained ourselves
in joyful convulsions. My focus shrank to feeling Steve's prick throbbing
between my trembling encircling fingers, and Jim's big helmet hammering
against mine as we continued to discharge our hot viscous fluids. Our loud
grunt and groans filled the room, audible evidence of pleasure.
After what seemed like several minutes, it was all over. Steve lay
down next to Jim as the tension started leaving our bodies.
"It seemed like we were coming for hours," Steve commented.
"Yes, it seemed that way, but it wasn't," I added. "A couple of
years ago Jim and I were wondering how long it took us to come, and we set
up a camcorder to record us as we jacked each other off. I came first and a
few seconds later Jim did, and when we played the tape back we found that
my orgasm, from first shot to the last dribble, lasted 44 seconds. Jim's
lasted 45."
"I'd sure like to see that tape," Steve said.
"You can watch it next time you come over, or we'll bring it with
us when we come here," I offered. "I don't think it'll be as spectacular as
this scene, though."
"No, it sure won't," Jim added. "Just stroking each other was
something we'd done a lot of times, and it never was this big a thrill."
"Thrill's the right word for it," I confirmed. "I'd call it a
really hot thrill."
"Too bad you didn't bring your camcorder with you this time," Steve
said. "I think this scene was really worth recording, with you guys going
head to head, and all three of us coming at about the same time."
"That was some timing," Jim said. "Jack came first, I think, and
when I felt him shoot his juice against my tip I started coming too. You
came about the same time, Steve, didn't you?" Steve nodded and then
commented:
"One thing I'm wondering about; you both have piss-holes that gape
open like teardrops when you're hard. Did you shoot down each other's
holes?"
"No, Jack didn't shoot down my hole," Jim told him. "I felt him
shoot all over the front of my tip, though."
"Same here," I added. "Jim's hot cream sprayed all over the front
of my helmet, but none of it went inside. I know I would have felt it."
"I'm sure you would have," Steve said. "There's no other sensation
like it, feeling that hot stream shooting down your tube."
"Has it happened to you?" Jim asked him.
"No, not to me," Steve responded. "My slit remains a slit when my
tip swells, not like you guys, but one guy I docked had a slit that pouted
and the second time we docked I heard him yell when I shot. He was really
loud, and after we'd finished he told me that my first shot blasted right
into his hole and down his tube, and this triggered his come."
"Good thing for him you came first," I observed.
"Well, he was cut and he wasn't restoring, so his dick was a little
less sensitive than mine. I came first both times we docked." As Steve
explained this, I realized that Jim and I were still in the buddy sleeve,
although our pricks had softened a few minutes ago. Our mixed fluids were
leaking out of both ends, into our pubic hair and onto the sheet. Steve's
discharges had poured all over my thigh and fallen onto the sheet
underneath.
"Steve, I think it's time for a shower," I suggested. "We're all
covered with come, and it's started to dry." Steve got up on one elbow and
surveyed the scene.
"Oh, you're right," he agreed. "I'm going to have to change the
sheets too." We got up and left the buddy sleeve on the bed. I helped Steve
strip the bed and he wrapped the buddy sleeve in the sheet so that it
wouldn't drip onto the carpet. We all used Kleenex to wrap the ends of our
pricks to catch any residue. In the bathroom, he put the sleeve in the sink
and the bedding in the washer. It was a tight fit for the three of us in
the shower, but we made it.
"I like to feel the hot water running over my tip," I said as I
skinned back. Evidently Steve also enjoyed the sensation, for he also
retracted his foreskin to lock behind his rim. The hot water had its effect
because in seconds our pricks were pouring out thick yellow streams that
mixed as they swirled in the bottom of the shower.
"Jim and I like to pee after we've come," I said to Steve. It
flushes out any residue."
"I do too," Steve said. "Besides, it feels good." He picked up the
soap and a washcloth and began washing us, his hands sensually stroking our
bodies, paying special attention to our pubic hair. Then we rinsed
ourselves and I did the same to him.
"I didn't put any soap on your dick," he said. "I know soap is
irritating if you get it inside your hood, and your dick doesn't need soap
anyway to clean off the sperm and lubricant. I don't use soap on mine,
either."
"Right, my prick doesn't get that dirty," I replied. "Even the
smegma rinses off with just warm water, and I'm always careful to rinse my
helmet and foreskin thoroughly before I get out of the shower." Steve
finished rinsing himself and turned off the water. After we'd dried
ourselves he rinsed out the buddy sleeve with warm water.
"There was really a lot of your cream inside," he commented as he
flushed it out. Steve and I were half-hard from the stimulation of the
shower, but Jim was fully erect, his prick standing straight out in front
of him. When I noticed this, I gave his helmet a squeeze.
"Looks like you need relief," I commented. He nodded urgently and
Steve said:
"I've got just the thing for that," as he reached into a cabinet
for a flat box. Inside was an assortment of bell-shaped objects, each with
a slightly different shape and a hollow stud on top. "These are vibrator
cups," he explained. "They're different shapes and sizes because dick-tips
are different. Let's find one that fits Jim here." He picked out a large
cup and fitted it over Jim's bulging helmet. Then he fitted The cup's stud
over a vibrator shaft.
"Come over to the sink, Jim," he urged. "This is going to give you
a really fast come." Steve turned to me. "Can you stand behind him and hold
him? This is going to give him a really intense come, and his knees will
probably buckle." I slipped behind Jim as he stood in front of the sink,
his prick extending over it, and I put my arms around his waist, hugging
him tightly. Steve plugged the vibrator's cord into the wall plug and
turned it on.
"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH" Jim uttered as the vibrations poured into his
engorged helmet. His body stiffened and he rose up on tip-toe.
"It's really intense," Steve explained. "Jim probably feels he's
going to come right now, but actually it'll take about 30 seconds." I
looked in the mirror and my eyes met Jim's. He was staring fixedly at me
and I felt tremors going through his body. My prick was pressed between my
abdomen and the crack of his ass, and was getting hard. I started humping
him involuntarily because his excitement was contagious, and I felt my
engorged helmet sliding gently inside my covering hood.
Jim's vocalizations became louder, and seconds later I felt his
body tighten and heard him cry out helplessly as his eyes shut and his
orgasm began. Looking down, I saw his cream pouring out from the edge of
the glans cup, dripping into the sink, as his body strained in orgasm. He
sagged in my arms as Steve had predicted he would, as the orgasm ripped
through him in spasms of joyful agony. After a while, his orgasm faded and
Steve removed the cup from his tip. I loosened my hold on him, testing if
he could stand on his own. Jim was holding on to the edge of the sink, and
kept his feet.
"You're ready to go," Steve told me as he skinned back my long hood
to lock behind my rim. "Sit on the toilet," he said, and when I did he
slipped the cup, the inside coated with Jim's cream, over my bare glans. He
hit the switch, and powerful vibrations filled my helmet, making me gasp in
surprise and joy. It felt like I was immediately on the brink, but actually
it took about half a minute for my body to respond to the insistent and
deep vibrations. I continued to gaps, as Jim had, as my eyes closed, and
then I saw stars as the first burning jet shot up my urethra and into the
cup, swirling around my hemet. My prick was pounding out jet after jet as I
mindlessly grunted and groaned, and then it was over.
"You needed one too," Steve commented as he removed the cup from my
now softening tip. I opened my eyes and saw that Jim had already milked his
urethra and was taping up. I milked the residue out of my prick and went
into the bedroom to get my cone, which I slipped inside my hood and then
taped my prick securely to retain it.
Continued in Part 4